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CROW SONG

The Blue Tribunal

 The tide throws itself over the land so suddenly that we call it storm, as if a thing were simply its cause. Thunder shakes our bones like dank justice as bright veins of lighting search out their evidence. Something stands accused, and I, having forgotten how to pray, can only hope that the clouds will break somewhere above the Atlantic. 

Elsewhere, unseen, ships really bob idly […]

The Blue Tribunal

 The tide throws itself over the land so suddenly that we call it storm, as if a thing were simply its cause. Thunder shakes our bones like dank justice as bright veins of lighting search out their evidence. Something stands accused, and I, having forgotten how to pray, can only hope that the clouds will break somewhere above the Atlantic. 

Elsewhere, unseen, ships really bob idly […]

EPHEMERA

Yellow  

we agree  

is an unconventional colour  

for a front door.  

This  

is an unconventional way to tell  

you that the shopping list’s  

run dry. I leave   

a shiny new sheet on the kitchen table,  

hoping to catch your word   

for bread.  

This  

in quiet awe  

is how I think some evenings.  

Yellow;  

You;  

Bread.